Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.